Just about mid last year, i found out there was a salsa dance club in Abuja. asides Dance with Me and some salsa music i listen to, i had no idea what salsa was all about, just know its a dance.
so, i went with my friend then to the Dome, i imagined it would be nice to see something else other than my colleagues at work, court rooms, church and boring lawyers.........
So, we went for salsa and i was so elated when i got there! i mean, it was such a beautiful sight! i never knew lots of Nigerians could salsa like that, it was so so beatiful. i got hooked right from that day. Of cos i couldnt make it every thursday and i didnt (and still havent) enrolled for classes plus MF was still in my life then and he made sure he played the what-do-they-do-there card whenever i wanna go and so naturally, i would stay with him than go for salsa.
But by October or so, i knew i wanted to have a life that a man would try to fit in to and not a life waiting to be filled up by some mystery man. it just might turn out to be a waiting for Igodo case (some home video, dont know what it means).
I got hooked and thursdays became happy days for me, i hardly miss salsa days. the only snag was that, the pros dont really like to dance with learners, i know it kills the fun but they can at least try. the slim and very fine girls get lucky, some pros try to come down to their level. and hey, i aint slim, but i consider myself beautiful, so i aint whining!
but eventually, i settled into it and made sure i had fun.
recently i found a patient teacher, he can dance with pros and find time for perpetual learners like me. you had to see me yesterday, i felt like a pro myself! with my skirt and high heeled sandals, turning and swinging and being so happy, of cos at the same time trying to ignore my painful feet!
On the dance floor, u find very interesting and funny xters. take for example, my funny neighbour that i invited. this bros dey very very igbotic (apologies to my igbo folks, aint yabbing u o biko!). this guy on the first day wore shirt and pants all tucked in and serious canoe looking shoes like he was going back to work! and then somehow he decieved himself into believing he could pick up fast cos he saw Dance with Me recently and practiced at home! oh boy, i pitied my friend who had to dance with him a whole of 30 mins during classes (they have 30mins class just before the party), the guy gripped her like he would grip iron! i had 3 mins of hell with him, i developed a migraine immediately. of cos, he must have figured the guy with the softer touch killed the migraine some 20 mins later.
there's also this funny guy who happens to attend my church. we call him "Mr. Stiff Neck". the guy dances like a zombie, he tells u where he wants u to move like a soldier giving command, imagine that kind of proud man trying to teach u to dance! and then, he probably thinks deodorants or perfumes were created for some other kind of people different from him. Mr. Stiff Neck! which makes me want to ask, pls how does one tell a guy politely to use a frigging deodorant or perfume without hurting his ego?! and that being a man does not give u the permission to "afro" ur armpit hair?! anyone has answers?
And theres the chic who was dancing last night, she wore jeans and left her fly open for whatever reasons. everyone had to bear the pains of watching her white strings! maybe am being bush, pls tell me, is that supposed to be some kind of fashion?!
Anyway, the point of all these plenty talk is this:
Its nice to have a life. Its nice to do something fun and interesting just for the purpose of being happy with yourself. Its much more fulfilling than praying and hoping and waiting for that person to come and spice up your life. Now i dont mean to sound like a Matyr or "Strong Woman", i do love love (and men), but theres more to life than waiting endlessly on him.
happy vals day people.
And i still expect my gift(s)!!
